After dinner, she went back to her room upstairs as usual, and took out a copy of the Eiffel Tower that Dongfang Jun had brought back to her. This painting was the work of the art master Zhang Jiachuan, and I heard it had won an award.

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Most people wouldn't want a work like this. Mu Ru knew that Zhang Jiachuan would definitely not give it to him if he came forward, but Dongfang Jun was Dongfang Mo's third brother, so the situation was different.

She was so immersed in painting that night that she didn't even know the door was pushed open from the outside and the sound of a wheelchair rolling in was heard. She was focused on the entire painting and was swiping her brush freely on the canvas.

"Is this a place for painting?" an old, hoarse voice sounded in a low voice, and she was so shocked that the pen that was just covered in oil paint flew out of her hand, and then——

Then, she stared blankly as the pen flew towards the wheelchair, flying towards Dongfang Mo's face in the wheelchair. Then with a swipe, a stroke of green oil paint was applied directly to Dongfang Mo's face.

The leech-like face made Dongfang Mo's face instantly look like old tree bark full of cracks.

Before she could react, she only heard Dongfang Mo's hoarse old voice roaring: "Xi Muru, do you want to die?"

Then, the one flew straight towards her, like a sword, pierced her forehead, slid down the bridge of her nose, and painted the bridge of her nose and lips green, like a clown.

Her body involuntarily took two steps back, and the paintbrush fell down and hit her instep. Inexplicably, the paintbrush seemed to turn into a weight in an instant, causing pain to her instep.

She carefully knelt down and picked up the brush. Before she could speak, her half-painted painting had been pulled directly to the ground by Dongfang Mo, and then——

Then, she saw his wheelchair pressing over without hesitation, directly pressing over the canvas she had been painting for more than three hours. There was a click and the sound of the easel breaking——

No, it was clearly the sound of her heart breaking and the blood dripping out loud.

"Xi Muru, what am I asking you?" Dongfang Mo's originally ghost-like face was frowning in anger, and because it was painted with green paint, the green locusts on his face seemed to be crowded together.

Extremely ugly.

"I...if I don't paint here, where can I go to paint?" Mu Ru lowered her head, not daring to look at Dongfang Mo's face, and then muttered softly: "I don't have a study, I...

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"Did I allow you to draw?" Dongfang Mo's voice was obviously filled with anger. Perhaps it was because the voice produced by a person in anger was a little out of shape. In short, his growling voice did not sound old or hoarse.

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"But... I am a student." Mu Ru's voice trembled, her head lowered, and she said in a pleading voice: "If you don't let me go to school, I..."

"You are no longer a student," Dongfang Mo quickly cut off Mu Ru's words, and then said coldly: "What you have to learn now is not the dead stuff in school textbooks, but how to be a good Dongfang Mo

Madam, how can you share the burden of the Dongfang family for your husband? How can you..."

"I can't learn," Mu Ru blurted out almost instinctively. After saying this, he regretted it again, so he quickly changed his words: "What, I will learn slowly, but I am really good at it."
Chapter completed!